Dillon - From One To Six Hundred Kilometers lyrics

The most tender thing you've said to me Is that I suffer from paranoia Sometimes when I wish to k** I count from one to six hundred kilometers Yet I fail to feel I sail to sea I fail to behave rationally And I fail to grip I fail to keep I fail to think about me If I were able to hate Perhaps hatred would bring me relief I ought to have a steel brow And a heart of stone Yet you failed to feel You sailed to sea You failed to embrace my insecurities And I failed to grip I failed to keep I failed to think about me Yet I fail to feel I sail to sea I fail to behave rationally And you fail to grip You fail to keep You fail to think about me